The Man Who Woke Up
Act I — The Waking The room was white. Not a bright white, not a dark white, just a white that was the color of a hospital wall painted six months ago and already beginning to yellow at the edges. David opened his eyes. The ceiling was a ceiling — standard height, standard texture, standard fluorescent light that hummed like a bee trapped in a jar. A woman in a gray uniform stood beside a bed...
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